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Should have written this entry 4 hours ago when I was over the moon after a wonderful dinner with the woman who hired me and my roommate Jen that relieved so many petty worries I had had. Over delicious shabu shabu (veggies and thinly shaved beef, noodles and rice all boiled in a big bowl in front of us) a lot of the anxieties that I hadn't even realized I'd been harboring puffed up and away and I can't wait to meet my kids.

A spontaneous mini shopping spree led to the revelation that although Korea's tragic flaw seems to be the inability to manufacture shirts and dresses that actually flatter the female form, I may actually be able to buy clothes here. Shoes are another story. Feet here are so small. A lot of things are small. The dogs in the pet store were all about the size of Barbie horses. The vans are like pillbugs hurtling down the streets. My room is a matchbox. I've got a camera zooming out on me in slow motion.